Love Frame For Sarmila
CHAPTER 109

The afternoon atmosphere in the Rawa Makmur area was very hot. Although four o'clock in the afternoon the sun still left its traces. Evidently at the residence of Bu Melani already installed a fan in the living room. Mr. Ahmad has been wearing a goose stamp coas on the padu with a plain black holster.

The beak man was already sitting in front of the fan while reading the area newspaper. The sound of the kitchen looks crowded, Mr. Ahmad just shook his head to see the familiarity of two women of different generations.

"So you can cook, Ira? it looks good. Anjas must love your cooking," said Bu Melani

"Ah, mom could have. It is a woman in the kitchen. That's what my mother instilled" Ira replied.

"Your mother was great at educating a child like you. Not like his wife Anjas, it can't be anything" said Bu Melani as she moved her lips.

"But it's not bang Anjas's wife who's the first mother. If we were at the counter better acquainted with Mila's brother than his current wife. Mila's sister's good attitude, she's friendly with us. No furs,"

"Yes, but I'm Mila's another child from her father's affair. Yes, I want the best for Anjas" said Ms Melani.

Ira didn't speak. All she knew was that Anjas introduced Mila to their counter. A simple and kind person. How not? when someone fainted at the counter Mila immediately gave help to the staff. Like giving wind oil. Mila also often cook a lot in sent to the counter. Ira was even taught to cook in the emergency kitchen counter during the renovation work. How to teach Mila does not seem patronizing. That's what Ira likes about Mila.

"No child wants to be born in such a condition, ma'am. Every child born is holy" Ira said.

"Well, if you were a mom, you'd agree,"

"I am a widow, Mom. It's just that God has not had time to leave a child, even my husband called God," said Ira.

"Sorry, Ira. Mom doesn't mean you're the same as your late husband" Ira just smiled.

"Assalamualaikum," a baritone voice sounded from the outside terrace.

"That, Rudi," Ira's inner.

Ms. Melani immediately welcomed her son, who had just returned from college. It looks like the young man greeted Melani's mother and went into her room.

"Rudi you've been praying ashar?" asked Ahmad to his son.

"Yet, Dad. For a moment there's something I've done first" Rudi's voice from inside.

"Don't delay, what time is it? just want to break the fast again," Mr. Ahmad is still trying to remind his son.

"Yes, Dad. It's wudhu already," Rudi had already exited the room and walked towards the bathroom located in the kitchen area.

Ira who saw Rudi passing also glazed in the cupboard. It felt as if she had to be beautiful in front of the young man. Rudi's age is three years below. The sweet black-faced man saw Ira's attitude just shaking his head. He also went to the room to perform the Ashar prayers that had been passed.

"Mom, what is Rudi's favorite, huh?" ask Ira.

"Rudi?" Ms. Melani thought for a moment.

"Know me he's whatever I cook greedily so never see him want anything beyond that. If Anjas usually likes the same rice lalapan. Pendap is Anjas' favorite food, too,"

"So this is all Anjas' cooking menu," Ira pointed to the dishes served on the table.

"Well, Anjas is my son. Every mother will cook for her child.

said Ms. Melani.

"Ooooh, but Rudi is also cool. It will be S1. Higher than a diploma" Ira said. For a moment Ira closed her mouth feeling disrespectful to her superior mother.

"Mom, Sir. I want to go to the bukber on campus, so it's kind of late. You're the most beautiful part of the campus mosque," Rudi was well dressed.

"Dek Rudi, I'm sorry I could run to the intersection of the gas station," Ira ran after Rudi to turn on his bike.

"Loh, Ira you said you wanted to open it together here. Why go home?" Ms. Melani was disappointed.

"Sorry, Mom. I really want to open up together here. But my mother was alone at home, and my father had gone home to mark. Biasalah, ma'am let the kitchen boil again," said Ira.

"Here you go, Ayuk Ira bonceng," Rudi patted the back seat.

"Thank you" Ira sat down with the male bell behind Rudi.

After Rudi and Ira left, Mr. Ahmad came to Melani's mother at the door.

"Mom, I want to check my mother's cake, mama,"

Ms. Melani went inside. Ahmad took his wife into the room. Two husbands and wives sat facing each other. Ms. Melani is waiting for what her husband will discuss.

"What's up, sir?"

"Mom, aren't you the same as Rudi?"

"Yes, baby, sir. Even though he's not my son, I've accepted him into this family,"

"But I'm disappointed with Ira's mother's words earlier. As a father, I was sick when my mother privileged Anjas.

You understand that we both just hitchhiked at mom's house. You understand very well that our marriage only pleases family requests. I understand that, I'm not asking for grandiose, ma'am. I just want Rudi to feel the love of a mother" said Mr. Ahmad.

"Mom remembers when mother Maksa Rudi released Sarah for Anjas. I know Rudi heavily did that but out of respect for Mom and Anjas, he did it. Rudi and Sarah have been close since Junior High. Until their close relationship was serious up to university,"

"But Sarah prefers Anjas over Rudi. That means he knows that Anjas is better than Rudi. Did Rudi complain until you discuss it like this? Anjas has to get the best women one of them Ira.

I have been treating Rudi well all along. I helped his school because if you join the salary of the father will not be enough. Costs are helped by the money rented. It's true that I have a side income, a lot of other work," said Ms. Melani leaving their room.

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Taqabbalallaahu minna wa minkum, taqabbal yes karim. Wa ja’allaahu wa iyakum minal ‘aidin wal faizin wal maqbulin, kullu ‘ammin wa antum bi khair. Happy Eid Day 1444 H. (May Allah SWT accept our Ramadan worship, O Allah, the Most High, accept it. And may Allah Almighty make us among the saints and the victorious, and receive his charity. May we be in goodness every year)

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